The next day, when Erhong woke up, the entire palace became a world of ice and snow glass. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The info tree was draped in a white gauze robe, and the ground seemed to be covered with a thick white quilt. The earth has become a world of whitewashed jade.

The night of this winter festival in the thirteenth year of Yongle is probably the biggest snow that Erhong has seen in his lifetime.

Stepping on the soft snow and listening to the creaking sound under his feet, Erhong slipped out of the imperial city with Xiaohuan Xiaole to play in the snow.

Unknowingly, I came to the west side of the Taiping Embankment outside the Taiping Gate.

The criminal department of Daming Palace, the Metropolitan Procuratorate and Dali Temple are called the "Three Law Divisions", all of which are set up there.

Erhong and Xiaohuan Xiaole cheered and continued to run forward, forgetting that this was a forbidden place.

Erhong was tired of running, so he picked up a handful of clean snow with his hand, licked it with his tongue, and tasted the pure snow, with a unique fragrance and cold air gushing out of his tongue.

Suddenly, she found that there was a person lying in the snow not far away, disheveled, and with **** upper body.

Although it was invisible, it was conceivable that the person should be the body of a man with a long body.

What kind of person is this, so early, sleeping naked in the snow? Won't it freeze?

Erhong walked over to take a look, only to find that the person was motionless and stiff.

"Dead." The timid little Huan Xiaole panicked and ran away.

Erhong held his heartbeat, squatted down little by little, and put his hand under his nose.

There was no breath, and it was really dead.

Erhong was bold, and glanced at the person's face little by little, only to see that he had a long white face and a long beard, a ruddy face, and his age should be in his 40s.

However, when she looked closely, she saw that the deceased had taken off his clothes with the word "prisoner" written on them.

Could it be that this is a special prisoner? The prisoner did not die in the prison of the Ministry of Punishment, why did he run so far and die in this empty snow?

Intuition told Erhong that the identity of the deceased should not be so simple.

So, why did this prisoner **** lie in the snow with his upper body on?

Isn't it that people feel very hot and hot before freezing to death, and they take off their clothes?

Erhong guessed that the prisoner must have drunk a lot of wine before he died, and after getting drunk, he didn't know how to get into the snow.

Because of the confusion after drinking, the heat dissipation is accelerated, and the body is overcooled for a long time, causing decompensation, extreme weakness and fatigue of the body. Eventually, he died due to central inhibition.

Erhong immediately sent someone to tell Zhu Zhanji and Emperor Yongle.

"Master Xie?" Zhu Zhanji, who arrived first, was shocked as soon as he walked into the corpse.

Looking at the scrawny body of the deceased again, the imperial grandson suddenly shed a few tears.

"Which Lord Xie? Let His Highness grieve so much? Erhong asked puzzled.

"Master Xie is kind to my prince's family. It wasn't his 'good holy grandson' that made the emperor's grandfather make up his mind to make his father the crown prince, how could he suffer such a disaster! ”

As soon as Zhu Zhanji said this, Er Hong immediately understood, it turned out that the deceased in front of him who was frozen to death on the snow turned out to be Xie Jin, a genius joker who Er Hong had always heard of!

How could he expose his corpse in the snow on this jubilant winter solstice festival?

"Master Xie is a genius through the ages, why was he thrown into prison?"

When the Jinyi guard sent by the emperor dragged away Xie Jin's body, Erhong couldn't help but ask Zhu Zhanji curiously.

"It's not thanks to my good second uncle Han Wang!" Zhu Zhanji lowered his voice and spoke with resentment.

He continued worriedly, "Lord Xie is the hero of the Prince, and the second uncle hates Lord Xie deeply. In the past few years, first of all, his staff Qi Guogong Qiu Fu and others have constantly slandered the adults for leaking court secrets, unfairly reading the files, and listed various crimes. Finally, in the eighth year of Yongle, Master Xie entered Beijing to perform affairs, and the emperor did not return from the northern expedition, so he had to visit my father and go back. ”

"Can this also fall into the handle?" Erhong asked worriedly.

"Yes, the King of Han sent someone to say in the ear of the imperial grandfather that as soon as the emperor left, the emperor saw the prince privately, and the imperial grandfather was very angry about this, thinking that the emperor and my father had formed a party for personal gain, so he sent the adult to prison for the crime of no courtesy. I thought that when the imperial grandfather was angry in the past few years, he would rescue the adults, but I never thought about ......it."

Zhu Zhanji's heart ached for a while.

"Didn't King Han fall out with the emperor and not be summoned by the emperor alone for eight years? How can there be so much power? Erhong was puzzled.

"The emperor didn't summon King Han just for show, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that the emperor's grandfather still favored this second uncle in his heart. Even the three emperors' uncles were in Yongle in the second year of Yongle, but the second emperor's uncle could not go to the domain, and for so many years he stayed in Nanjing for various reasons and secretly interfered in political affairs. ”

As soon as Zhu Zhanji said this, Erhong immediately remembered that in the seventh year of Yongle, when Zhu Di was on his northern tour, Zhu Gaochi, the crown prince who was in charge of the country for the first time, had a few strange whistleblower letters.

No wonder the Prince's Mansion has always been on the cusp of the storm in recent years, which makes Erhong worried, it seems that it is this King Han who has always made everyone feel that he is out of the game behind the turmoil.

"King Han has been silent in the past few years, but he has never been idle, and it seems that he wants to pull out all the people who are not good for him."

"Since the King of Han escorted the coffin of the queen mother the year before last and was reactivated by the emperor, I am afraid that he has become more and more bold, and this time the death of Lord Xie is inseparable from ten and has something to do with the King of Han." Erhong also decided in his heart.

After a while, people from Dali Temple and the Criminal Department sent by the emperor came to take everyone to the Criminal Department for trial.

After dissecting Xie Jin's body, he reported to the emperor: "Although Lord Xie is in prison, the food is good, it seems that the people in the prison still love talents very much, judging from the contents of the adult's stomach, the wine and meat are complete, and there is no abuse." ”

He also used a silver needle to examine the wine and food in the stomach that had not had time to digest, and showed that the wine and food were not poisonous.

It seems that this great talent did not die in unjust prison, but died in greed.

"Then why did you die in the snow?" Zhu Di asked uneasily.

"Return to the emperor."

A meaty-faced prison chief replied:

"Yesterday was the Winter Solstice Festival, Lord Xie asked for wine and meat, and it snowed heavily, and the prison people were sympathetic and met his request. Who knew that after the master was full of wine and food, he had to go to enjoy the snow, we wanted the talented man to be romantic, so let him go out to chant poems and give snow, we also did this out of admiration for the talent, who knows, but it caused such a big disaster...... The minister is guilty! "The jailer kowtowed like garlic.

"That's it. Speaking of which, this Xie Jinvain was a generation of talents, and he died of a full meal, if he wants to blame himself, he doesn't know how to eat too much and drink too much! I didn't torture him in prison. ”

Zhu Di waved his hand, and the jailer left with a thousand thanks. (To be continued.) )